It was raining love dat February
February rains are wickedly cold
These cold myopic rains leave u dry
Tears are all da wet u are left with
My life is flooded with famines,
I wanted none more
Dat February I took refuge in dat very same old prison
Dat heart shaped prison
I thought, as a captive,
I had conquered dat heart a long-long time ago,
I expected comfort amidst da familiar arid walls of dat heart,
I thought those arid walls will save me from the cold rains outside
The walls were same, as they were, when I left them
Except for, they had developed cracks,
Many males had stayed there,
Since I left them faminished,
Faminished of love
They all men, stayed here for really short durations,
But in their stay they created these cracks,
Those cracks speak of those men’s efforts to escape that bar-less prison
And those innocuous cracks cry, when it rains outside,
May be this February too, it’ll all be the same,
I’ll be flooded to famine,
I’ll get wet to be left cold & dry,
But this time not alone,
These cracks have stolen her immunity
For da first time, it’ll rain in dat heart,
For da first time she’ll get wet to be left dry
May be dis time I’ll never walk out of dis prison,
May be dis time she’ll enter mine,
May be these rains wouldn’t leave us all dry
